Urban Geometry: Emerge

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Emerge

Carefully he wonders
Her fragrance abounds
Knowing her presence
Feeling her sounds
Reaching within
Emerging with passion
Gives love to his sweetness
In tenderly fashion
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

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SandyCarlsonJuly 26, 2009 at 4:57 PM
Wonderfully sweet, Luther.
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gabrielleJuly 26, 2009 at 5:01 PM
Lush and sensuous. Tenderly written.
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Tammie LeeJuly 27, 2009 at 12:00 PM
lovely and tender~
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Bobbie SandlinJuly 27, 2009 at 4:56 PM
*drools...* BEAUTIFUL!!!
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Tumblewords:July 27, 2009 at 8:21 PM
Aw, sweet!
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Kathie BrownAugust 7, 2009 at 5:27 PM
Very nice!
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AnonymousAugust 10, 2009 at 6:04 AM
WHOA... Awesome!!
I wonder... is it love, that is sweeping your horizon?!
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Shadow Of Desires

Conductor say sit right there boy
So I know it time to deploy
I see the man rolling down the isle
Looking at me and checkin my style
Now I jump to the ground
With a bone cracking sound
And run on up over to the big glass door
And spot me some luggage there on the floor
I reads the tags but don't know what they say
Ask the young lady to give me her key
As she turns it over and stares at my gat
I remember I must have forgotten my hat
So she see me and likely will identify
And I take her with me and off we fly
To the hood where she live and I leave her off there
With her eyes in my pocket in a dead cold stare.
I brought the bleach and used it to mask
The fruit of my flight; the proof of my task.
And there at the walk are two beautiful children
Who beg me to come see the the fort they are building
Into the house I slink quietly forth
Making sure to secure the big wooden front doors
To the kitchen I slip for some insipitation
And find this computer next to the gestation
Into the room bursts a beautiful sight
A young white woman clad ever so tight
I take her into my arms and hold her with passion
And slowly peel away her formal tight fashion
We lay to the floor, her head against the tile
I feed her my love as she rests for a while
Suddenly he bursts into the room
To find he has finally met his early doom
I fix him a meal of Luther brand Class
And beat his ever loving white ass
She awakens and I give to her again
A foot long of loving and put her in zen
We bask in the glow of wide eyed dead stares
While I hunt for the keys to finally declare
My freedom and liberty soon to be seen
And wipe off the prints and bleach it all clean.
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Emerge

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